Buy Christya a drink

|| TARIS: UPPER CITY CANTINA ||

You agree and draw a twenty-credit chip out of your pocket. Christya eyes it hungrily. "I love a man who's not afraid to spend his credits! I'll meet you in the tap room. Don't be too long – I'm not a patient girl."

She walks off, and after finishing up your business around the pazaak table, you make your way into the tap room. Christya isn't readily noticable at the bar, but looking around, you spot her across the room... talking to another patron. You move closer to catch their conversation.

"Wow, are you really a noble?" Christya is saying. "You must be pretty rich, right? Is your family important?"

The noble looks immensely pleased at the opportunity to talk about himself. "I can trace my lineage back five generations to one of the founding houses of Taris. In fact... uh, we seem to have some unexpected company, my darling."

Christya gives you the briefest of glances. "Oh, don't pay any attention to him. He's just some pazaak player I met. He's not an actual noble, like you! C'mon, sweetie... let's go back to your mansion."

The noble gives you an apologetic look, and happily trails Christya as she marches out of the cantina. You're left feeling a little awkward, but put the incident out of your mind.